March 10, 2018
Hi, first post here. Thought I'd write about my own personal war story and see what anyone else wants to talk about.
Couple of years ago, I was on swing shift at PH in Las Vegas. This was the night of the Pacquiao-Mayweather fight at MGM, and I was running the pencil. We had 70+ games open and over 120 dealers that night.
A little after 1am, there was a gunshot (disputed by our security team-they claim there was never a gunshot) outside the doors by YOLO's, close to our race and sports book.
Hundreds of people ran panicking through the casino, and we immediately went into our active shooter protocol. Lids up, everyone hit the floor. I had half a dozen players on the floor in the middle of the pit, grown men trembling and crying. A dealer I respect tremendously was crying, near to a panic attack.
Meanwhile, the dealer on the closest game to me was a lovely young lady who happened to be 8 months pregnant at the time. I stood next to her, holding her hand, with my back to a column while she whispered comforting words to her belly.
At that point, 6 Las Vegas Metro officers came running from the direction of Gordon Ramsey BURGR, past the dice tables, toward me with guns drawn. I was the only person standing, in the whole damn place it seemed. They were shouting Where is he? Which way? I just shrugged. One yelled Where's the Heart Bar? I just pointed lamely at it and watched them run off.
After what seemed an eternity (around 20 minutes, it turned out), a detective and our security lead came through the pit with the all clear... and the headaches began. Players were making claims on money they had in action, there were cards and cheques all over the place. Suits from the other pits were calling me to tell me so-and-so has been in an hour forty, etc. Yeah, well 25 dealers never came back from break, so what do you want me to do? I got the ok from our CM to just start closing tables wherever we could. It was ugly.
On a positive note, I now work grave, and the pregnant girl is on the swing toke committee. Every time she sees me (at least 2-3 times a week) she still gives me a hug and occasionally shows me pics of her son.